Grey had never hated someone so much in his life and his wild combat style almost perfectly reflected exactly that. His stamina was already blinking red, but he didn’t give a damn. He didn’t care about a single other thing than seeing that head on a chopping block.
BANG.
Terran was forced to block, Grey’s speed being out of his expectations. He had grown used to one state, but he hadn’t been ready for Grey’s physical stats to double. He had already been struggling to deal with him before.
Grey’s second saber curved up, scraping against the ground and toward Terran’s crotch.
Terran subconsciously slammed his knees together and Grey pulled back his saber and shifted his weight to his back foot, a kick practically slashing out like a blade toward Terran’s bowed knees. It had been a feint from the very beginning.
Off balance, Terran couldn’t even properly defend. He collapsed, falling to his knees in front of Grey.
Grey roared, thrusting his saber right between the slits in Terran’s helm.
BANG.
A repulsion force that almost made Grey feel like his wrist was going to snap pushed him back, Terran’s Epic Set Armor protecting his life once again.
Grey’s expression didn’t so much as fluctuate. It was like he didn’t care to experience a setback at all.
He had already closed the distance again before Terran was even back to his feet, using his Shadow Forces to retrace his steps and burning away even more of what little stamina he had left.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Spear and sabers crossed, craters appearing around them and turning the city into even more of a hellish scape.
But the skill gap was too large.
Grey crossed his sabers and side-stepped. Terran’s spear glided where they met and was sent over his shoulder.
Grey growled and uncrossed his sabers in a slash right at Terran’s hands along the shaft of the spear.
Another shield appeared, protecting him.
Terran’s laughter filled the air. "I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! I DON’T CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES YOU FILTHY VAMP—!"
An elbow slammed into Terran’s helm, whipping his head back.
Grey flashed to his side with his Shadow Forces and slashed both sabers at Terran’s head, forcing it to whip to another side.
Terran’s head spun as Grey unleashed an oblique kick at the outside of his knee again.
The Holy Knight’s knee buckled and he fell to it once again.
Grey appeared to his other side, slashing at his head again and sending it whipping to another side.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Grey was absolutely relentless. Every point of stamina his items recovered was another one he used.
His lungs were howling, his throat feeling like the devil had palmed it with claws of fire, but the fury burning in his eyes was absolutely relentless.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
He beat Terran into the ground again, and again, and then again.
Terran stumbled, his head spinning. His body was pulling on a great deal of stamina as well trying to keep his treasures active, and his circuit was being overloaded trying to maintain such a powerful set and an Active Sync at the same time.
But he refused to—.
BANG.
Air was ripped out of his lungs as Grey’s fist landed on his stomach, an elbow slashed across his chin and his brain rattled again. It was almost like Grey had completely given up on using weapons entirely.
In a flash, his Mechanical Jaw appeared on his face, hinging in place and radiating a dull brass as he erupted with one combination attack after another.
Terran’s body hardly stood steady, his head wobbling to and fro as though it wasn’t quite sure which way was straight and which way was up.
Every strike Grey landed, his eyes glowed brighter, and then brighter still.
To the side, Ovaal was stunlocked, his body not quite moving the way he wanted to. His feet were firmly rooted to the ground.
He knew he couldn’t let this happen, he knew that he couldn’t let Terran die, but every time he felt like he needed to intervene, those crimson eyes would land on him.
Ovaal looked down at the palm of his hand.
It was a small nick, impossibly small. It had stopped bleeding almost immediately as well. Given how many battles he’d fought in his life, he hadn’t noticed it at all.
But every time Grey met his gaze, he felt the cut throb.
Had Grey cut him? When? When he hit him?
Why were his danger warnings flashing every time he thought about moving because of a small cut?
’He’s eating himself alive.’ Ovaal realized something.
Black smoke billowed out of Grey’s mouth as though ash was building up in his body.
He slashed again, this time even faster, harder, stronger. He pulled on his own blood, hardening his sabers once again.
’I have to move.’ Ovaal told himself. ’I have to move or this will end badly for everybody. MOVE, Ovaal. MOVE!’
A devilish aura floated around Grey. His mechanical jaw rattled, his eyes glowing a deeper shade of crimson as the locks of his Skrill Mask danced in the wind.
There was absolutely nothing funny about his fat frame now. He looked like a demonic tank, a wall of a man dressed in all black, his wok of a belly as hard as iron.
In Terran’s vision, there were as many as three of them, a bear of a man who towered over him.
A bear of a man who would stop at nothing to rip him to pieces.
BANG.
Another fist landed on Terran’s gut, and even in his daze, he couldn’t help but wonder why this fist felt like it was landing on skin even with his armor.
A hand grabbed the top of his head and drove him to his knees so hard he was half convinced they shattered, but a roar didn’t even leave his mouth this time, it felt much more like a whimper.
Ovaal’s eyes widened and his body finally seemed to react to him. The bad feeling welling up in his chest exploded.
"Not this time." Grey growled.
But once again, it echoed in a hollow darkness that seemed to whisper through the void.